Poking Bernie

The referee and Bernie stared at Zane like he had asked them for their organs. 

"Pick it up fast." The referee spat out. 

"Yeah yeah. I'm going." Zane moved towards the wall of the training area, where stacks of different weapons were kept. He looked around the wall to find a weapon he liked. But in fact, he already knew what weapon he wanted and was just stalling to annoy everyone.

He had already been in the Wraith Hands for a year, so he knew about the bets. Living like a prisoner and all of this reminded him of his past life, making him feel bitter. He felt even worse right now, as he felt he was back at the asylum, fighting underground death matches for the rich.  In order to feel better, he wanted to annoy the spectators and the initiator of the fight.

"Hurry up!" The referee shouted at him. He could also hear the discontent noises from behind the glasses upstairs.